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 Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 8:28 pm
Reagan sits just outside their cave, catching the last bit of light from the day and using it to sharpen her K-Bar. She handles stone and knife expertly, drawing the blade in smooth, scraping sweeps across the stone while her eyes constantly scan the horizon. She sighs and slams the blade into the sand beside her, to vent her frustration. As much as she might think her mate to be childish and immature on certain subjects...he was still her mate and she did still love him and want him at home. Please come home safe RT...She grunts softly and stands, deciding to put herself through a few training routines while waiting, perhaps it will give her mind some peace. She begins the grueling exercises, keeping her focus narrowed on the precise movements of hand, fin, and body. Even as the last rays are starting to disappear over the horizon, she stays out, working herself through the routines over and over again, searching for the perfection of form that she ever strives for.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:14 pm
 He gasped softly his breath ragged and wild, the tang of blood surrounded him as he swam slowly his fins jerking. A deep cut raked across his fin .. another sound his eyes, claw like a deep scratches across his cheek, uncovered arm, and his neck. His gauntlet itself was banged up, more than one deep large dent made from Nightmare's sword, chips cracks and even a break or two in the hard metal. He let out yet another gasp and leaned forward against a large boulder with blood running out of the sides of his mouth. Damn him .. damn that b -eeeeep- Nightmare, he would repay him one day. Rip vowed that to himself as he leaned there gasping for breath every fiber of his body on fire. He pushed himself off the rock again and swam slowly towards the home he shared with Reagan, but as he drew near their fight started to burn in his mind again and he paused. He prepared to turn away but couldn't make it any farther and he started to sink towards the floor bellow. He raised a hand to his chest as if he were trying to feel his heart beat through it .. but he knew it was slow .. slower than it should have been as the blood pumped in his ears. thump ...... thump ..... He sighed softly more blood bubbling out of his mouth and rolling down his chin as he closed his silver eyes and lay very still.
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Posted: Sun Apr 19, 2009 9:29 pm
Reagan had been about to give up and go inside when she heard the unmistakable sound of metal scraping rock. The only stone around large enough to be a concern was the boulder about fifty paces out. She peers into the darkness and thinks she sees a swirl of something, then definitely a puff of sand and silt as something big hits the tank floor. She moves over cautiously to investigate, alert for ambush.
As soon as she can make out the shape on the floor, the cape..no, only one beta wears that cape. She rushes over and kneels down at his side, checking his injuries, tearing off pieces from his cloak for makeshift bandages, putting pressure on the wounds to slow the bleeding.
Dammit RT, don't you dare die on me, you're tougher than that. Please don't...don't leave me.
She checks his pulse and breathing, mentally recalling the CPR training her CO had made her go through. It gets darker by the minute and she can't see anything...into the cave then. She picks him up carefully, not wanting to jar his wounds, and starts for the cave.
Once inside, she lays him down in the bed and checks him over again, she's not the best with sutures, but it looks like he's going to need them...damn.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 5:32 pm
He could hear Reagan talking, but she sounded far away and he couldn't get his eyes to open. His whole body felt heavy, like he'd been left to be frozen in a block of concrete. It would be so easy to just go to sleep, his whole body tugged at him to sleep ... just sleep.
So ... easy ...
Some previously quiet part of his mind screamed out suddenly NO! nonono! He couldn't go to sleep, if he did so he wouldn't wake back up. His fingers twitched, but they didn't find sand beneath them. He must be loosing it he had to be, just a moment before he'd been on the ground. He fought with his own head for a long time before his hand felt the soft bed beneath him, somehow ..someone had gotten him inside. It had to be Reagan, nobody else was here ... were they?
His mind buzzed with questions, he had no clue how much time passed as he lay there, he could fell himself getting stronger and finally he couldn't make himself stay away any longer and drifted peacefully off to sleep.
Rip Tide slept for days, though he had no clue how long he had slept when his eyes finally opened. He hissed as the light blinded him and his arm yanked up to cover his face.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:01 pm
An exhausted voice comes from nearby, exhausted...and very relieved. "You're awake.....good, thought I was going to lose you..."
The light is minimized a moment later as she reaches over to draw a sheaf of woven seaweed across the window's opening. Reagan kneels up from her half-propped position on the floor, leaning over to check the wounds, making sure the bandages are holding, then looking back to him.
Her face shows her extreme lack of sleep, dark shadows under her eyes, though she offers a smile to him. "I knew you were stronger than to die. You must be hungry...let me go get you something."
She rises fully, leaving but coming back soon enough and with a bowl.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 10:51 am
He still had his arms clamped down over his eyes as he heard her speak, he could hear the relief in her voice and yet ... extreme fatigue. He reached out for her but she was already gone to get him something to eat.
By the time she returned His silver eyes had finally readjusted to the light in the room and he had the, open and was looking around. He smiled slightly, it wasn't forced but it wasn't a huge smile either. Just his quiet half smile he gave only her. He watched her with the bowl and took it easy enough then he set it aside on the end table.
Instead he reached out to her and pulled her to him nuzzling into her hair. "You need to rest..." his already quiet voice was even softer from more than a week of non-use.
Now he had a slight worried edge to his face as he watched her.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 2:42 pm
She moves in closely to him, stunned at his actions, but grateful. She indulges herself for a moment, curling into him and pressing her face into an unharmed patch of skin at his throat.
After that moment though, she looks back up to him, giving a soft smile she reserves only for him. "I will rest soon...I needed to make sure that you would survive. That you'd be okay. These last few days I've been too scared to sleep."
But the exhaustion is definitely taking its toll, her bright golden eyes drooping shut as she leans in close once more, one hand sleepily moving up to touch his cheek and rest there. "I love you Rip Tide Valentine...don't you ever leave me again...scared me.." Softly murmured words as she drifts off to sleep.
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